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I ALREADY SAW IT AND PUT IT AT THE TOP OF MY QUEUE AND ADDED A GIF RESPONSE TO IT BECAUSE IT'S JUST THAT GREAT
Summary: CS Lieutenant Duckling. Princess Emma loves waking past the Jewel of the Realm to catch a glimpse of Lieutenant Killian Jones. One day while out she is told news that upsets her and makes a decision that changes their relationship.
Rating: F because it's so fluffy
The fic Come,Night can be found on ff.net.
Happy Valentine's Day to the best CS Secret Valentine seriouslymilady. I had the greatest time talking to you and getting to know you. You inspired a prequel chapter to my Come, Night fic with your CS fic wishlist. I really hope you enjoy it.
The vibrations of the stings instruments danced in perfect step as the air pushed through the holes of the recorders. Drum beats gently holding them in place as the sounds became one and filled the great hall with music. Footsteps of the lords and ladies of the kingdom losing themselves in the sounds filling them. Echoes of the celebration carried out the hall and down the corridors of the castle. Into the rooms where servants took a moment to break from their work to dance, laugh and even drink. Celebratory sounds muffled hurried footsteps of the guards, knights and even some of the men of the Royal Navy who were in search of Princess Emma who was now missing two hours. They searched every inch of the grounds hoping to find her hidden away and hoping she had not been kidnapped.
"She will be fine." Snow calmly whispered to her husband.
"How do you know? Emma has been missing for two hours now. What if...?" David's voiced was fill with fear.
"There is no what if, Emma is fine. A mother knows these things. You just need to have faith." Snow placed her delicate hands on her husband's cheeks. " I have a feeling she will be found soon."
Killian's heavy boots thumped against the wooden planks of the Jewel as he hurried across her deck. Through the moonlit night he could see the movement of figure by the bow of the ship. A heavy black cloak swaying in the wind, covering the form of the intruder. Killian searched for eyes and a face to distinguish friend or foe but their face was masked by the hood that hung low. Before he even could reach the bow, his hand was on his sword, ready for a fight. Rarely did Killian use his sword but he was well trained. He received nothing but the best training in the kingdom from his brother Liam and the King himself.
"Show yourself." Killian yelled with his sword drawn.
The intruder stood at the stop of the steps and stared down at the officer. Their hand covered by a leather glove precisely placed on the pommel of the sword. Descending like the angel of death the intruder stepped down each step allowing the heel of their boot to hover briefly. Killian could feel his heart pounding against his chest. In mere moments he would either know who was aboard the Jewel of the Realm or possibly dead on his beloved ship. Carefully he extended his free hand to pull back the hood of the intruder. His eyes searching through the black void the hood created in hopes to know what the other was thinking. The gaze so intense Killian blocked all sound out from the world around him. No longer could he hear the waves, the breath of two people trying to stay calm or the intruder swiftly pull their sword from the scabbard.
Awoken by the sound of metal hitting metal, Killian let go of the gaze and took a combative stance. Using Killian's surprise in their favor, the intruder pushed him backwards giving them a brief moment to dash to the other side of the ship. Killian's back slammed into the side of the ship causing him to drop his sword. The intruder was still in his sights as he bent down to grab his sword and chase after them. Under no circumstance was Killian going to let them get away.
Killian cut the intruder off as he thrust his sword forward making contact with the intruder's sword, who was now leaning into him. Using his elbow and forearm he pushed the intruder back giving enough room to fight. Sword firmly grasped in their right hand the intruder lounged forward allowing Killian to step back a few steps before making his return. Putting full force into his movement with precision he aimed his sword at the gut of the intruder hoping to incapacitate them but he was equally matched. The intruder blocked each move as it were a dance and he was to follow. Killian lead the dance, pushing the intruder back towards the bow of the ship with each thrust of his sword. Suspecting of Killian's plans to corner them, they pulled a dagger from the left side, using it to block Killian sword from coming down on them. The three swords entangled gave the intruder just enough momentum to pivot and once again escape Killian.
"Good form but not good enough." Anticipating such a move, Killian grabbed the intruders wrist tightly and twisted it forcing them to drop the dagger.
Shaking the injured hand the intruder came at Killian with their sword fully extended. Killian followed the four step of the intruder as if it were a waltz he should be dancing in the great hall at that very moment. This was no ordinary sword fighter thought, this was a trained individual. Killing or harming was no longer an option, he would need to disarm them completely. Killian jabbed for the intruders right side, blocked, and then the left, blocked again. With one fluid movement Killian swung his sword across the intruder's chest causing them to jump back and into a crate that was on the deck. Feeling he had the upper hand Killian brought his sword upwards forcing the intruder to block his movement. He went to pull his dagger from his back when he felt the force of a boot in his thigh pocket as he lunged forward push him backwards. Killian lost his balance and slammed his body onto the Jewels deck. Pain coursed through his body forcing to grip to loosen from his sword. Through blurred vision Killian watched the intruder itch closer to him while they dragged their sword behind him. Death was approaching. The scraping against the wood, the waves crashing against the side of the Jewel and the his breath would be the last sounds he would hear. The intruder crotched down next to Killian, sword in hand and pointed at his throat. Killian gulped and took one last deep breath.
"Make it swift but know this if you are behind Princess Emma's disappearance you will be caught." There was no fear in the tone of Killian's voice.
Laughter, female laughter suddenly rang in Killian's ears. The injured leather gloved hand quickly removed the hood to reveal an unscathed Princess Emma. Closing his eyes Killian shook his head. He should have known from the foot work during the sword fight it was Emma. Like himself, she was taught by her father to fight. Emma hated her dance lessons as a little girl so her father disguised them as sword fighting lessons.
"Do you know your father has dispatched his finest guards and knights to find you?" Killian's voice was stern. Emma stretched her hand out to help Killian off the deck floor. "What are you even doing on the Jewel?"
Emma smiled. "Come, I will tell you on way to the castle so you may return me." Compliant, Killian nodded and followed her.
The pair walked in silence for the first few minutes of the journey. Nothing but the sounds of boots crushing leaves and twigs beneath the soles of their boots. Emma had lead Killian through a patch of woods that divided the castle from the docks. Tall trees wrapped themselves around Emma and Killian as they walked. Tiny beams of moonlight lit their path. Killian followed Emma's footsteps when he was not attempting to catch her gaze in his. A simple task of returning Emma home was more frightening than fighting her on the deck of the Jewel. Under any other circumstance he would have relished in this private moment with Emma. He would talk to her about her favorite things and the sea. Killian would even attempt to make her laugh just to hear the melodious sound that made his heart dance.
"Your sword fighting skills have gotten better." Emma teased Killian hoping to break the silence between them.
"Yours still need some work. I disarmed you of your dagger far too easy. If your father found out he would be more infuriated by that than you escaping the celebration that is being held." Killian's words were sharp and stung Emma.
"First of all 'this old accustomed feast of his' is nothing more than a celebration for receiving word that instead of the Dark King waging war on our Kingdom, he will be sending his son to visit as he finds my beauty exquisite and infinite. Next, if I recall I bested you and from my understanding very few have done that. Oh and if they need work why don't you show me yourself how I may improve them Lieutenant Jones." Disdain dripped from each of Emma's words. Killian had hit a nerve and one that anger the Princess.
"Princess it is late and everyone is looking for you..."
"It isn't a request Lieutenant" Emma assorted her position, something she despised doing.
Killian moved towards Emma and drew his sword. "The pivot you attempted to use to break from me, it needs improving. Draw your sword and dagger and take the same stance." Emma did as he said. "Now try to pivot, making sure your back is to my chest." Slowly she turned, her eyes fixed on his lips as he instructed her. Emma's back pressed into him. Her braided hair exposing the soft cheek that barely touched his own. Killian forced his breath to steady with hers. "Now I can either disarm you again by placing pressure on your wrist or you can take the risk and move your elbow to hit me in the face." Killian's free hand snaked between them to guide her elbow towards his face. His eyes traced the outline of her lips as he watched her say 'what next'. They appeared soft and full. "If done successfully you should be able to slide your swords from your opponent and either run or maim him."
"I will keep that in mind." Emma muttered still pressed against him. Her warm breath caressing Killian's lips.
"We...should...uh... press on to the castle Princess" Killian's replied with a shake and desire to kiss her.
"Emma. Killian you and I have done this dance for too long. Call me Emma" She stepped away from him and began to walk again.
It was true, the pair had found a unique way of flirting over the years. Interesting and discreet was of seeing or speaking to the other. Yet, even in private Killian had always called her Princess or Princess Emma, never just by her name. She was just as guilty by calling him Lieutenant. The rare occasions she did call him Killian, she immediately would correct herself. For a pair so enamored by the other, that could share secrets when the time allowed, they could never say the others name.
The remainder of the journey to the castle was anything but silent. Their laughter would grow so loud that they would need to remind the other to quit themselves before they were caught. A couple of times Emma sweetly placed her hand over Killian's mouth to hush him. She loved the feeling the light stubble of his face against the palm of her hand. Temptation to kiss her palm each time was so strong that Killian would remove her hand and kiss the top of it in a gentleman's form.
"This is the first time I have run off to the dock at night. I like going during the day to walk and clear my head. " Emma whispered as she divulged what she believed to be a secret.
"I hadn't noticed." The corner of Killian's mouth curled into a sly smirk. He made sure every morning to be on deck to watch Emma pace the dock, pretending to not look at him.
Emma ignored Killian's sarcasm and continued on."There's something about watching the ships coming and going and the people working. I think of all the stories they can tell of other realms. What it would be like to travel to them." Emma sighed and suddenly stopped, they were at the clearing. "We need be careful. This path leads to the garden outside my window."
Their time together was nearly over. All that was left was the walk to the garden without being caught. Killian knew that the guards would be out in force patrolling the grounds. No one had been informed of Emma being found and from the way Emma was eying the grounds, she had intended to keep it that way. There would be good reason for it Killian thought. What would it look like if the Princess was caught with the Lieutenant of the Jewel, who knows full well that he should be escorting her to the castle gates and not to her private garden. Killian could lose his rank, ship and reputation if caught. It was all he had left in his life and in a panic decided he couldn't risk it.
"Emma, I should escort you to the gate. We can explain to your father that you needed a break from the celebration. He will..." Killian was cut short.
"Trust me." Emma reached for his hand "It's not far."
Killian's nerves calmed by the mere touch of Emma's hand. "I do know of a story I heard from another realm. It is about the son of a god, Phaeton, who loses control of his father's carriage one day while trying to raise the sun. I believe you would like it very much. I could tell it to you one day."
"It's going to have to wait for another time." Emma responded sadly. "We're at the garden wall." The pair dropped their heads, for their night was over. "Thank you Killian for bringing me home. It means a lot to me." Emma expressed graciously.
"It was my honor." Killian slowly removed the leather glove from Emma's hand. Taking hers into his own he raised the top of her hand to his lips. Lightly he let them hover over her lips before turning her hand and kissing her palm.
Emma couldn't breathe or think, she couldn't even speak. The millions of tingles that Killian's lips ignited on her palm were attempting to be processed by her brain. A fire began to kindle low in her belly and push itself through to her limbs. Forcefully urging her to wrap her arms around him. Being a proper princess Emma extinguished the feelings instantaneity. No matter how much she wanted the sensation of Killian's lips on her skin, she need to subdue the feelings. She pulled her hand away from Killian and laced the fingers within her other hand.
"Perhaps I will see you tomorrow on my walk on the dock, around nine." Killian simply nodded. Emma began to turn into the garden to take her leave. "I hope one day you can tell me of Phaeton and his carriage, preferably as we watch the sunrise." The innocence and seduction in Emma's voice mingled in Killian's ear. "Good night Killian."
Emma turned and headed into the garden. The turn was slow and deliberate. Long soft finger tips brushed across Killian's fingers, touching each and every one of his finger tips. Her beautiful green eyes trapping him in her gaze, like the sirens call. Killian's mouth went dry and he was unable to speak. He watched Emma disappear into the garden and up to her room. Dim candles outlined her figure as he watched her remove her cloak and let down her golden curls from the braid. His mind slowly began to create images of what hide beneath her leather attire. What it would feel like under calloused finger tips. The sound of heavy armor quickly awoke Killian from his daydream and he hurried out of the garden walls and back towards the path. In that moment he decided to memorize the path, for one day he just might need it.
Caroline froze halfway across her lawn at the sound of her name. Not because someone was calling her, but because of who was calling her, a voice she hadn’t heard in almost a year and a half. Five hundred and seven days, if you were keeping track, not that she was. Okay, maybe she was. Why wouldn’t she? After all it was how long it had been since Caroline had packed up her car and headed off to college, leaving behind everything she had ever known. The town she’d grown up in, her friends, her pack, her parents, and...him. Now she was back due to her father’s orders and had hoped to avoid seeing him for as long as possible, which of course meant that she would run into him within hours of her being back in town.
Cursing her luck, Caroline turned around, a small smile on her face. “Klaus, hi.”
“Hello love.” Klaus replied.
“Um, how are you? You look good,” she commented, cringing as she did. Had she really just said that? More often than not, she said the first thing on her mind before she could stop herself and this was definitely one of those circumstances. Klaus did look good though, actually good was an understatement. She wasn’t sure how it was possible but his shoulders seemed wider, his curls a bit longer, and he seemed to have gotten more handsome since she’d been gone.
All of which she wanted to use as an excuse for the sudden warmth Caroline felt throughout her body but she knew she’d be lying to herself. Simply being near him again was the cause of that, her wolf recognizing him instantly after being apart for so long and she could feel her trying to push Caroline to get closer but she fought against it.
She watched as one of Klaus’ eyebrows arched in disbelief at her question. “‘You left without a goodbye & have refused to talk to me for over a year and that’s the first thing you say?”
“I was trying to be polite,” Caroline replied, laughing nervously. “I see that you’re still as blunt as always.”
“When have either one of us ever not been?” Klaus retorted.
“With the way Daddy has been talking you up, I thought you might have picked up a few bits of tact under his tutelage.” She declared. While she hadn’t spoken to Klaus since she left, he had been the subject of several conversations between herself and her father, mostly with him singing Klaus’ praises.
“Well Bill might be a good Alpha, but he isn’t a miracle worker.”
Caroline couldn’t help but let out an unladylike snort at the truth behind his statement. Even someone like her father would be unable to change Klaus if Klaus didn’t want to be changed. Though if he was going to take over as Alpha for her father some day, like he planned, he would need some diplomacy. Of course by thinking of Klaus learning from her father reminded Caroline exactly why he was in that position (Well without having challenged her father) and suddenly she became tense again.
“Though he did manage to finally get you to return home so perhaps I am underestimating him.”
She heard Klaus add, his voice teasing with a hint of spite mixed in, causing her nervousness to be replaced by irritation. However before she could give any kind of comeback, they were interrupted when a car stopped at the end of the drive, the driver being one of the last people Caroline wanted to see.
“Everyone said you were back, but to be honest, I didn’t believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.” Greta stated as she got out of the car and made her way towards the two of them. “The prodigal princess returns.”
“Yes, just for a visit.” Caroline grumbled. She hated when people called her that, and Greta knew it. She was the one who had started it after all when they were in grade school. She knew she couldn’t pick on the daughter of the Alpha, but she could still torment her in some way.
“I know your parents missed you, and some of the rest of the pack too. Though I don’t know about everyone.” Greta commented, a sly smile appearing on her face as she brought her hand up to grasp Klaus’ arm.
At the sight of the other she-wolf touching Klaus in such a familiar way, Caroline’s wolf bristled and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from growling in challenge. ‘Mine,’ She thought before she shoved the thought away and regained control. But not before Greta noticed her reaction, her smile expanding to a full fledge grin.
“We should be going, only a few hours before nightfall,” Klaus said suddenly, breaking up the face-off between the women.
“Right, we wouldn’t want to be late for tonight’s hunt. What with it being to a welcome home for Caroline and all.” Greta stated as she let Klaus lead her back to her car, opening the driver door for her to slid in before making his way back to the passenger side, glancing at Caroline as he did.
“Until tonight sweetheart.”
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As she ran on all fours through the woods, Caroline felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in months. She had been able to change and go for runs while at school but it paled in comparison to how it felt to run through the woods that she had grown up in.
Her father had arranged a full moon hunt to mark her homecoming and while she had hated the attention, she was enjoying herself greatly. Since turning, she had been running almost the whole time so when she came upon a stream, she decided to take a break for a drink, refreshing herself.
All around her, Caroline could hear her packmates moving through the woods, tracking various animals or like Caroline herself, simply relishing the event. She had been reunited with several friends, both in human and wolf form, but so far had only seen Klaus from a far, just after the pack had met up.
As if the mere thought of him summoned him, Klaus appeared from the brush just behind her, and she was wondered if he hadn’t been tracking her. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had been, considering he didn’t look a bit startled to see her there. Instead he moved towards her, his head slightly bowed as he watched her, his eyes the same blue color in wolf form as they were in human, waiting to see if she would bolt at his attention. She knew she should but couldn’t make herself do it. Not even when he came so close that their coats brushed against each other or she felt his nose bump her muzzle.
Wolves as a whole were a touchy bunch, and it felt completely natural to her, especially considering who it was. Caroline couldn’t deny it, even to herself that she had missed him, which was why she afforded herself a moment of weakness to reciprocate his affections. His tawny coat held the familiar smell that was uniquely Klaus, woodsy, wild, with a bit of something that just made her feel safe. She also noticed that the only smell she could pick up was his, and not of any other wolf.
It wasn’t until she felt him put one of his paws up on top of her neck that she realized what he was really doing. Klaus wasn’t just trying to show her attention or show that he might have missed her too, he was marking her; making sure that she was covered in his scent so that anyone who came near her, especially males, would know that she belonged to him. Well that was what he thought.
Turning her head quickly, Caroline lashed out, catching Klaus’ leg between her teeth. She didn’t bite hard enough to do permanent damage, but hard enough to let him know she wasn’t happy, and just in case he didn’t get the idea, she followed it with a deep growl. Klaus yelped slightly at the attack, and pulled back though he didn’t withdraw completely, letting her know that t he understood but that she didn’t scare him off. No longer wanting to be near him, Caroline took off, heading back towards her home. Unfortunately Klaus decided to follow her and stayed on her tail, literally, the whole way.
They both turned quickly, Caroline using her anger to push her body to its limits in an attempt to speed up the process but Klaus still managed to best her, standing tall in front of her as she came back to herself. But if he thought that gave him the upper hand, he was mistaken for the second time that night.
“What the hell do you think you were doing?” Caroline yelled as she glared at him. “How dare you mark me like I am yours!”
“Because you are,,” Klaus snapped back. “As much as you might want to ignore that little fact, no matter how far away you run, it doesn’t change that you are mine Caroline.”
Before Caroline could argue back, Klaus was in front of her, so close that she could feel the heat of his body, as well as his breath on her face while he cupped her cheek. “Just as I am yours and have been since the first day we met. We are mates.”
At his declaration and his touch, Caroline couldn’t help but close her eyes at the sensations that overtook her. The bond between them felt just as intense as it had before she left, more so possibly due to how long they had been apart and all she wanted to do was wrap herself into it, into him. Only instead of giving in, she pulled back however before she could turn tail and run, Klaus grabbed her and stopped her escape. “I’m not making it that easy on you love, I’m not letting you run away from me again. Not until you talk to me.”
Caroline could see by the look in his eyes how serious he was, his dominance flowing off him in waves, and knew she was stuck. Suddenly very aware of how naked both of them were, and not wanting to have this conversation in that state, she nodded as she said. “Fine, but put some clothes on first. I can’t talk to you seriously like this.”
A cheeky smile twitched on his full lips at her words. “What’s the matter, love? Is my nakedness too much of a distraction for you?”
“As if that were true.” Caroline said as she grabbed the first pair of sweats that she thought might remotely fit him and threw them at him while she looked for something for herself to wear.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, or the second or third…” He trailed off as he pulled the pants on over his long legs just as Caroline pulled a large t-shirt over her head.
“So what do you want to talk about?” Caroline demanded, making sure to keep a little bit of distance between them while also trying to ignore how the sweatpants sat low on his hips.
“I want to talk about you,” Klaus explained. “And why you took off without a word to me, waiting until I was out of town for your father instead of talking to me face to face. I never knew you to be a coward Caroline.”
Caroline flinched at the words, at the harsh statement, though she didn’t argue because they were true. How she had left him had been very cowardly. Only because she knew if she had she probably wouldn’t have left. But it was something she had felt she had to do even it it was one of the hardest things, if not thee hardest thing she had done in her young life.
Since she had been a young girl, Caroline had felt like she was two people in one; the wolf side and the human side. She embraced her wolf, but also wanted to have a normal teenage girl’s life and she did everything she could to have it. But of course like everything else in her life, Caroline had had to go above and beyond. Instead of simply being a good student, a cheerleader, or a member of the dance committee, no she was one of the top students of her class, cheer team captain and head of almost every social committee there was at school And whereas others in the pack who had wanted to go to college went to nearby Whitmore, she had chosen one on the border of her father’s territory instead. She wanted to be her own person and figure out who she was before she became completely trapped by her birthright as the next Alpha female.
Everything she had planned had gone perfectly, until the autumn of her senior year. That was when Klaus came to town on the back of his motorcycle. He had been visiting various packs around the Eastern part of the country, trying to learn information about his biological father who he had been told was from the area and his last lead had led him to Mystic Falls. A lead that panned out when he discovered that his father had grown up there and had been friends with the Alpha, which was how he met Caroline. She had been told how it felt when a wolf met their mate, but descriptions didn’t do it justice. It was like touching a live wire, while at the same time coming out of a fog the first time she looked into his eyes.
Looking into those same eyes now, she answered him. “Because I knew if I saw you, you’d try to talk me out of it...and I knew that you would probably succeed. And I needed to get out of this town.”
“And away from me.” Klaus added.
“Yes,” Caroline admitted. “I was scared.”
“What are you so afraid of?”
“You.” She answered, her voice louder than it needed to me. “I’m afraid of you.”
“How could you be afraid of me? I would do anything to keep you safe.” Klaus declared.
“I never planned to meet the man who was my forever when I was 17!” Caroline exclaimed, stunning him at her admission. “And then there you were and things got so intense between us so fast, my head was spinning. And I saw how the pack looked at us and I knew what they were thinking. With my meeting you, the security of the pack’s leadership was ensured. It just became too much.”
“So being away at school, away from your pack is better?”
“It’s...simpler.” She replied. “I’m just like every other student and I don’t have so much on my shoulders, worrying what people will think if I make the wrong decision.”
“But is it better?” He repeated as he reached up to tuck a wild curl behind her ear, invading her space again but she did not stop him. “Are you happy?”
Caroline found that she couldn’t answer him, because she didn’t know the answer. Was she happy? She enjoyed school, the challenge it gave her and the opportunity to meet new people, try new things but she still felt like a part of her was missing. A part of her that she suddenly felt restored.
“If you have to think about it Caroline, I think that gives you your answer.” Klaus argued.
“Fine, yes, school isn’t perfect either. I don’t have the feeling of being smothered but it’s also a bit lonely.” She admitted. “I feel like I was missing...something.”
Klaus didn’t need her to explain what that something was, because it was the same way he had felt since she left. “Answer me something else, did it ever cross your mind to ask me if maybe I would want to go with you?”
“Yeah, as if that was a possibility.” Caroline scoffed in disbelief, but then she saw the seriousness on his face, her skepticism died. He really would have gone with her if she’d had asked. That bit of knowledge changed everything for her.
But was it possible? The pack would be upset, but her father would settle them down. Though he was middle age, he was still healthy and a strong leader, there was still time before he would be handing over control. It was why her father had allowed her to go away to school in the first place. And it wasn’t like Klaus couldn’t come back for periods of time when needed.
As for what it meant for the two of them, being away from the eyes and expectations of the pack would make a world of difference. That intensity and passion that had scared her would still be there, it always would be but it would give them the chance to form a real relationship on their own terms, take the time to get to know each other again.
“Klaus.” She sighed as she met his gaze again, but before she could say more, he closed the distance between them and kissed her. It was the opposite of what she expected, not rough and passionate but soft and gentle, loving. As if was trying to show her how he still felt and it sadly ended quicker than she wanted it to, causing her to whimper as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers.
“The pack has become a part of me but they are not my home, that’s you.” He whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “All you have to do is say the words Caroline.”
Summary: "Are you afraid to tempt fate sweetheart? Because I think you and I are already passed that point." Klaus Mikaelson had promised Caroline never to return but some promises are made to be broken.
Klaus returns to TVD.
Klaroline AU / Post 5x11 / an unlikely crossover.
Rated: M. Status: Complete.
“That is a convenient lie sweetheart but nonetheless a lie.
I am still in your mind just a forever away from your heart.”
